Dream 5

This dream was...yah, let's just get on with it.

So I was living my normal life, just day-to-day stuff. But then, one day, they found out my brother could smell oil in the ground. Lol, what a talent! So yah, some oil tycoony people caught wind of that, and kidnapped my brother and our family (and some of my friends, wtf) to Afghanistan. They wanted him to sniff out the oil underground.

Anyways, we lived in a really, really nice house. It was a mansion, but it had men in black suits and sunglasses everywhere, watching us. We were all together, and I even had some of my friends (here's to you, Gracey). I guess it was nice, but we weren't happy. We were allowed to go out and stuff, but we would always be tracked and followed by men in black (hahaha that's a movie). We had freedom but we didn't.

So life went on, I guess my brother was still useful, so we kept sticking around. Then one night, my mom brought a doctor to me, because my stomach was hurting SO MUCH. I was just gonna roll over and die from the pain, it hurt so bad. I lay there and he checked me over and w/e, but there was nothing he could do.

Then one night, the front door was unlocked!! I woke everyone up, and we escaped into the night. Of course, when morning came, we realized our mistake. We had no way to get home, no passports or anything. We were in an unfamiliar place. Yah, so we walked around in the morning, trying to avoid the men in black. I met up with Grace and this girl with red curly hair, and they told us about the situation at the house. There was also this huge water slide.

I don't know how but we eventually did get back home. My friends and I went to FV for some reason, and we were walking around and I thought, "Hmm, he should be back by now, it's almost been a month." And surely enough, as we walked by the food court, I saw him. It was weird though, because he saw me too and just kind of ignored me. But the weirdest thing was he was dressed like a gangster (Sorry, sorry I know that's stereotyping, but he was!) He was with a white kid and two black kids and they were just walking around the mall. I was pissed because he didn't tell me he was back!

So I went to school, and my stomach was still hurting really bad. I went to my summer school Physics teacher, who in the dream was like a bio teacher or something, and told him my problem. He made me describe the feeling and the pain and the time frame for each time. (By then I had figured out that I had my period). He drew this graph, a 1/x graph (You know, the one with the asymptotes?). He explained that the first period is always the worst, because I had a lot of Sulphorous dexride in me. He connected all the dots and drew a few more to fill in the blanks. He said that if I wanted to stop the hurt, I would have to burn up all of that chemical inside me. Each time I had my period, the amount of chemical would get less and less, but it would never reach 0.

Enlightened, I went back to find a bathroom. The closest one was a staff bathroom, but I knew it would be fine because I was MIA. ...Right. So anyways, I went in, and this teacher saw me and asked me, "What time is it?"

I told her "There's 2 minutes left of lunch."

She said, "Exactly. Go to the bathroom on the other side."

To get to that one, I would have to go outside and walk all the way around. Yah, she pissed me off, and I just went to the staff bathroom. :S That was yesterday's dream. Haha, I woke up and realized, hey I do have my period.

...that's all, go home. :)